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"Don't worry, my little wife, it's all yours; don't be shy about it." "Just give me back my phone…" she murmured, stretching her hands at it. He then raised his hands higher so she couldn't reach, loving her struggles. "Cute…" "You know, screw it, I wish you would burn in hell," she cursed before pushing the pin into the lock, twisting it, and, to her astonishment, hearing a click from the other end. It unlocked. She turned to gaze at Andrea, wondering how he would respond and how insane he would become. Kira had advised her not to touch the door when she was new, so she was concerned that something inside would trigger it.

Against her instincts, Lily adjusted the password. 'TheBreathingGreen02' Lena’s eyes were sharp, watching every key. Lily took a breath and pressed Enter. The screen blinked, then turned red. "Incorrect Password. 0 Attempts Remaining.nDevice is now permanently locked. All data will be erased." Maya screamed. “No!” Lily shot to her feet, knocking her chair backward. “What?!” Her hands flew to the keyboard, trying to undo it, backtrack, cancel, stop—anything. But the phone’s screen had already gone black.

My eyes catch his v-shaped back. With every breath, I can feel dread that he'll wake up. I push my sight away from the gorgeous sight. I search for his phone. I grab it from the nightstand. I lighten the display. But my hopes end in ashes when I find it locked. ' Now there are only two options. Take out the memory card and destroy his phone. I have to go out in the garden in this dark and destroy it by hitting a brick on its screen. Sorry! Phone. '

Further inspection unveiled a laptop, safeguarded by a password. Undеtеrrеd, I еmеrgеd from thе car, clutching thе flash drivеs and Elizabеth's lockеd laptop. A mеssagе to Noah instructеd him to dеtain Elizabеth until my signal. With a plan taking shape, I resolved to enlist thе help of a tech-savvy friend to bypass thе laptop's security, determined to unravel thе secrets concealed within.

Very good. I turned away slightly, shielding the phone from Keagan's view as I navigated to the settings menu. My fingers fumbled as I searched for the option to change the SIM card PIN. I typed in a new PIN, one that only I would know, effectively locking Keagan out of his own SIM card. Hands shaking, I pulled out the SIM card tray and carefully removed the tiny card. As I slipped it into my pocket, my heart pounded in my chest. I had done it. Keagan's phone number and voice recording were now under my control.

It unlocked. I swallowed and sat on the floor beside the bed. I opened her apps. Most of them were locked. That made me more suspicious. Who had the time to painstakingly place locks on all apps on her phone? I kept checking. I found one app. It looked like a private chat app. The logo was pink and black. I opened it. It asked for a fingerprint. But then it said, "Face unlock available." I pointed to the phone again, thanking my stars. It opened.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

I muttered, foot tapping against the floor as I waited for him to leave. The moment the door shut, I rose from my seat in a rush of adrenaline and crossed the room, but not before locking the door. Her wet clothes were tucked in a ziplock bag, ripped in several places. Her phone fell into my palm, and I set down the bag, praying silently that water did not ruin the device. To my relief, the screen flickered on. But it was short-lived as the lock screen demanded a fingerprint or face ID. Do not do it, Kane.

I replied, in a trembling tone. “Want me to believe that? Unlock it.” He said, and my heart pounded. If I unlocked it, he would see my messages to Lucas immediately. Then I would be killed. Why not stall time? Maybe there would be a chance I wouldn't be killed. Making my hands shake faster on purpose, I took the phone from him, and began to type, making sure I tapped on a wrong number, along with the initial passcode. “No fingerprint?” He asked. “No. I don't use fingerprint.” I replied, trying to unlock it. “I’m nervous, that's why. My passcode is quite long, and you're making me forget some numbers.” I cried.